Tuesday, 23 October 2007

Lucky BARstewards?

Gud on yer mates!
Get sh*t faced and cock yer asses to the world.

What a pity that some have nothing better to do than critisise young men doing what young men do. I am an OLD man and I want to do what these young men do. The closest I get to a Black Velvet is a mild shandy with a Vet across the cribbage table. What all you kill joys forget is that these two young soldiers will spend their entire careers meeting coffins at Brize Norton. Now isn't that enough cause to get pissed?
clipped from www.dailymail.co.uk

I don't expect them to be saints, but isn't it time William and Harry started growing up?

For William was speaking - while he still could - at the beginning of a 25-hour Parisian bender that left him and his brother so drunk they could hardly stand.


He was right. This weekend, England's rugby team - and their fans - showed the world that, even in defeat, courage, endeavour and understated pride are unassailable aspects of the British character.


At another, the two Princes screamed and whooped as four scantily clad pom-pom girls danced provocatively while the nightclub patrons paid up to £500 for a bottle of champagne.

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